When exactly did she realize she could do this?
Mordred remembered clearly.
It was that humiliating moment when she was completely defeated by him.
She was marked as a "weakling" by him without any resistance.
Such a shameful thing was absolutely unacceptable—
No matter how many times, she wanted to be the one who could defeat him.
Even in physical confrontation, she had to be the one in control!
Even in blunt competition, the only acceptable result was her victory!
But the more she thought this way, the more she longed for unrealistic things.
To defeat the man Father could not defeat, wouldn't that be irrefutable recognition?
Father could only cry like a woman in front of him, but she could turn it around and make him the one crying!
And so—
After hard thinking, Mordred discovered the connection between herself and him.
[Indulgence];
[Immorality];
And that innate [Pain];
They were like fluttering ribbons, connecting her to him.
The soul, right then, began to burn.
"Danger, must annihilate—"
"Efficient, launching attack immediately—"
Repeating judgmental phrases, "Lancelot" charged once again.
But this time—
What she heard was Mordred's mockery.
"Too slow, too slow, too slow!"
Facing the high-speed flying "Lancelot", Mordred rushed up like a male lion.
Stark naked, she was actually more terrifying than when she wore armor previously.
"What?"
"Lancelot" hadn't expected the opponent to keep up with her speed.
And by the time she realized the opponent was attacking by burning her life, it was too late to evade.
Boom.
Centered on the explosion, wind and waves spread out like ripples.
The giant dragons deep in the dense fog were already uneasy, and under such disturbance, they quickly fell into chaos.
For a moment, shrieks and wild winds raged.
Orleans in the mist seemed to have turned into a carnival hell.
"Danger, must retreat—"
"Repair, re-engage—"
At the center of the explosion, "Lancelot", who had been hit head-on by Mordred's desperate strike, stood up unsteadily.
Like a broken robot, she spread her wings, wanting to flee.
But—
"How could I let you run away!"
Mordred roared.
Having crashed her flesh body into the high-speed "Lancelot", she naturally suffered considerable damage.
However, the girl's expression looked as if she had drunk a forbidden drug.
Her breath became scorching, and her body sizzled with white smoke like hot steel touching cold water.
"If I can't even achieve a one-for-one exchange now, how can I become the one who ravages him!"
"Danger, must evade—"
"Danger, must evade—"
Warning-like words constantly issued from "Lancelot"'s mouth, but received no response from herself anymore.
After all, a suicidal attack like Mordred's was unimaginable to anyone.
The last ten seconds—
Mordred raised her silver sword once again, leaping into the air just like when they first met.
"Die for me!!!"
"Lancelot" raised her head, looking at the opponent expressionlessly.
She seemed to have switched something off, and said not a word more.
Clang!
Mordred's silver sword slashed onto "Lancelot"'s crossed twin swords.
Only—
Last time, she was the one blocked;
But this time, she knew she absolutely could not be blocked again!
Collapse, shatter.
As wicked black flames burst forth from the intersection of the sword and the twin swords, the weapons intending to block Mordred snapped in response.
"Don't you dare stop my Father!!!" The girl clenched her teeth, as if using all her strength right here.
Pierce.
Just as "Lancelot" had killed the Kiyohime transformed into a snake, Mordred pierced through "Lancelot"'s body in the same way.
Strength was completely vented at this moment.
Mordred fell to the ground with a thud.
But the girl had words she had to say, and the kind that must be said right now—
In the last two seconds, she struggled to crawl up, covered in blood, pointing at the man.
"Father, remember this for me!"
"Next time we meet—"
"I will absolutely be on top! Absolutely! Last time... I only lost to you because the position was wrong!"
"I'm going to fuck you until you cry! Fuck you until you beg for mercy!"
"Alright."
Ian smiled faintly.
"I will give you that chance."
"You said it, huh!"
Thirty seconds were up.
Mordred, wearing a smile, fell completely to the ground.
Her body was quickly burned by flames, then dissipated like a cloud of black smoke, leaving only a clearly visible mass of black shadow, like ashes.
Ian walked over, gently pinched a bit of the gray ash, and tasted it.
"What an idiot, burning so cleanly."
"It would be hard..."
"Not to bring you to Chaldea—"
Saying so, Ian saw "Lancelot" not far away.
Being in soul form, she seemed unable to move at all now due to that impact from Mordred just now.
It was conceivable that without Mordred's life-risking attack, normal means probably couldn't have broken through the petite her.
"I can see you now..."
Ian moved closer to where "Lancelot" was.
He stroked her cheek, a smile on his face.
"Truly a pretty little thing—"
"Alright, time to say what exactly happened, right?"
"..."
"Kill me..."
"Lancelot" stared dead at Ian, but the last words out of her mouth were these.
"The judgment... must proceed."
"Otherwise... Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash will..."
If she hadn't mentioned these two names, it would have been fine, but once she mentioned them, Ian's expression changed immediately.
"Tell me quickly!"
"Where are they now!"
"Won't... say... Closing, external response—"
Saying this, "Lancelot" answered no more words.
Even though her body was already trembling obviously due to the magical energy radiating from Ian.
"Mn."
"It doesn't matter if you don't answer now."
Ian picked up the immobilized "Lancelot" who was at his mercy.
His expression was still kind, but his tone was already a different matter.
"Just right."
"My Witch hasn't been fully cultivated yet."
"I hope, before tonight passes completely, you can still maintain your sanity—"
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